A Little Fairy

                           Андрей Ширман



He is a spriggan, little fairy.
He's fond of play, he loves to laugh.
His jokes, though, are bit too weary
And sometimes make you bloody cough.

But still you listen to his mumblings
And wonder if he wants to cry.
Your sanity is half-way crumbling,
Your wrists in shackles are so dry.

You have foreseen upcoming ending -
Could been foretold with no surprise.
Delight and fear are somewhat blending,
The matter is: what shall arise?

The thing will tolerate no dullness,
Yet apathy flows both your minds.
He's stubborn much in his core foulness
Docile you are in your disguise.

The world is marveled at how willing
You were to fall to mocking dream.
Its ugly though: emotions spilling
All thrown in the muddy stream.

Let gods turn back, and also humans
All too ashamed, all better hide.
The place is now so very humid,
But do you need to prove it right?



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03.08.2025 11:26